There was a very special teacher who made a far-reaching difference in my life.

Fall, 1959, the first day of class at Bethesda Chevy Chase High School was about to begin. “Who”, I asked a senior, “is Mrs. McNamara, my 10th grade English teacher?” He just 1 and said something about my being in 2 . Soon, I understood what he meant. Mrs. McNamara had a pattern of 3 that she repeated again and again. We would have a literature reading task for 4 . The next day, when we came to class, there would be two or three topics on the blackboard 5 to the homework reading. We were 6 to write an in-class essay about one of the topics. The following day, she would 7 the corrected and graded essays and each person would be called 8 to stand in front of the class and to 9 his/her essay. The class were required to criticize (评论) that essay, 10 the grade of everyone in class would be reduced.

The first time that I 11 her read-write-criticize method, I had not 12 to do the homework and had written something without knowing what it meant. 13 the extreme embarrassment I suffered, standing before my classmates, 14 myself. No one laughed at me; no one would be 15 enough, or foolish enough, to do that in Mrs. McNamara’s class. The embarrassment came from 16 and along with it came a strong 17 not to let it happen again.

Mrs. McNamara kept all of our written work in files; it was easy to see the 18 in writing that had occurred. What was not so easy to see was the inner transformation that had taken place, at least for me. What Mrs. McNamara 19 me to do was to see myself as others see me and, having done that, I could improve myself. And I 20 . Thank you, Mrs. McNamara.

难易度:难

1..A.nodded     B. laughed       C. apologized     D. shouted

2. A. trouble       B. sorrow       C. danger       D. anger

3. A. behaviour      B. evaluation    C. activity     D. thought

4. A. review     B. performance     C. practice     D. homework

5. A. added     B. related     C. contributed   D. compared

6. A. expected     B. persuaded    C. allowed       D. advised

7. A. collect       B. return      C. send        D. receive

8. A. on purpose    B. at first       C. by chance      D. in turn

9. A. talk through   B. hand over    C. read out     D. show off

10. A. so       B. and      C. but      D. or

11. A. tried      B. adopted     C. examined    D. experienced

12. A. undertaken    B. attempted      C. bothered      D. hesitated

13. A. Remember   B. Predict       C. Bear     D. Imagine

14. A. playing jokes on B. making a fool of C. setting a trap for   D.taking advantage of

15. A. brave      B. careless     C. proud        D. selfish

16. A. above      B. within       C. behind       D. below

17. A. tendency      B. preference     C. determination  D. sense

18. A. improvements  B. pains       C. difficulties      D. advantages

19. A. trusted     B. invited     C. forced      D. permitted

20. A. did       B. could        C. had      D. would

 

As I sat beside the window of our classroom that afternoon, my heart sank further with each passing car. This was a day I’d looked forward to for weeks: Miss Pace’s fourth-grade, end-of-the-year party. I had happily volunteered my mother when Miss Pace looked for cookie volunteers. Mom’s chocolate chips were well-known, and I knew they’d be a hit with my classmates. But two o’clock passed, and there was no sign of her. Most of the other mothers had already come and gone, dropping off their sweet offerings. The three o’clock bell soon took me away from my thoughts and I took my book bag from my desk. I decided I would slam the front door, and refuse to return her hug.

But when I arrived, she wasn’t at home. I was lying face-down on my bed upstairs when I heard her come through the front door. “Robbie,” she called out a bit urgently. “Where are you?” I could then hear her rushing anxiously from room to room, wondering where I could be. I remained silent. Coming through the door, she said: “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said. “I just forgot. I got busy and forgot.” Then my mother did something completely unexpected. She began to laugh! How could she laugh at a time like this? I rolled over and faced her, ready to let her see my rage (愤怒). But my mother wasn’t laughing at all. She was crying. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I let you down. I let my little boy down.”

I was moved by her tears. I tried to remember her kind words from times past when I’d skinned knees or cut myself, times when she knew just the right thing to say. “It’s okay, Mom. We didn’t even need those cookies. There was plenty of stuff to eat. Don’t cry. It’s all right. Really.” We didn’t say another word. We just held each other. When we came to the point where I would usually pull away, I decided that, this time, I could hold on, perhaps, just a little bit longer.

1.The author was pretty down because ________.

A.he couldn’t go to the party he had been looking forward to

B.his mother didn’t turn up at the party as she had promised

C.his mother had refused to make chocolate chips for the party

D.the cookies his mom made was not popular at the party

2.When the author returned home, ________.

A.he was so angry that he slammed the front door.

B.he was silent and refused to return his mother’s hug.

C.he rushed from room to room looking for his mother.

D.he was so disappointed that he couldn’t express his anger to his mother.

3.We can tell from the story that _______.

A.the mother didn’t get to the party because of the traffic jam

B.the mother was sorry for her absence and laughed at herself

C.the author was a caring and thoughtful boy

D.the author was overcome with anger

4.The article conveys the message that _______.

A.it is silly to be angry with your family

B.everybody should keep his or her promises

C.true love is based on understanding

D.understanding how to comfort people in low spirits is a true skill

 

As I sat beside the window of our classroom that afternoon, my heart sank further with each passing car. This was a day I’d looked forward to for weeks: Miss Pace’s fourth-grade, end-of-the-year party.

I had happily volunteered my mother when Miss Pace looked for cookie volunteers. Mom’s chocolate chips were well-known, and I knew they’d be a hit with my classmates. But two o’clock passed, and there was no sign of her. Most of the other mothers had already come and gone, dropping off their sweet offerings.

The three o’clock bell soon took me away from my thoughts and I took my book bag from my desk.

I decided I would slam the front door, and refuse to return her hug. But when I arrived, she wasn’t at home.

I was lying face-down on my bed upstairs when I heard her come through the front door.

“Robbie,” she called out a bit urgently. “Where are you?”

I could then hear her rushing anxiously from room to room, wondering where I could be. I remained silent.

Coming through the door, she said: “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said. “I just forgot. I got busy and forgot.”

Then my mother did something completely unexpected. She began to laugh! How could she laugh at a time like this? I rolled over and faced her, ready to let her see my rage (愤怒).

But my mother wasn’t laughing at all. She was crying. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I let you down. I let my little boy down.”

I was moved by her tears.

I tried to remember her kind words from times past when I’d skinned knees or cut myself, times when she knew just the right thing to say.

“It’s okay, Mom. We didn’t even need those cookies. There was plenty of stuff to eat. Don’t cry. It’s all right. Really.”

We didn’t say another word. We just held each other. When we came to the point where I would usually pull away, I decided that, this time, I could hold on, perhaps, just a little bit longer.

1.. The author was pretty down because ______.

A. he couldn’t go to the party he had been looking forward to

B. his mother didn’t turn up at the party as she had promised

C. his mother had refused to make chocolate chips for the party

D. the cookies his mom made was not popular at the party

2.. When the author returned home, ______.

A. he was so angry that he slammed the front door

B. he was silent and refused to return his mother’s hug

C. he rushed from room to room looking for his mother

D. he was disappointed that he couldn’t express his anger to his mother

3.. We can tell from the story that _____.

A. the mother didn’t get to the party because of the traffic jam

B. the mother was sorry for her absence and laughed at herself

C. the author was a caring and thoughtful boy

D. the author was overcome with anger

4.. The article expresses the message that ______.

A. it is silly to be angry with your family

B. everybody should keep his or her promises

C. true love is based on understanding

D. understanding how to comfort people in low spirits is a true skill

 

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